Foreman hadn't realized he was staring off into space, not moving, letting the flow of patients and hospital staff move around him to get to the doors, until he heard a light, interested voice behind him. He turned around, still pissed off enough to wonder what business it was of anybody else's whether he was using his umbrella, but his mood improved considerably when he turned and saw the woman addressing him: tall, blonde, and looking at him forthrightly. She was definitely attractive, all the more because of her self-assurance. Foreman raised his eyebrows slightly, and he smiled, confident that he wouldn't lose out in any evaluation she cared to make in return. "I was hoping it might ease up," he said, dismissing the problem of Cuddy, House, and finding himself back in Princeton from his mind. Nothing about the woman's attitude suggested she was hitting on him, but she was still far better to think about than the current state of his life. "But I wouldn't mind some company."

He gestured towards the doors, inviting her to join him, but not certain that she'd actually follow him. She wasn't dressed as well for the weather as he was, and her comment made it clear that she was hoping for some protection from the storm, but that didn't mean that a woman would be willing to walk out into a dark parking lot with him on barely thirty seconds' acquaintance. She didn't seem like the type to back down, though. "Eric Foreman," he offered, in case that would make a difference. Her directness was intriguing, and he wondered if she'd keep it up.